She was dancing the dance most of them had come here to do, the oldest one known to man and woman - the Dance of Desire. Her sex was already so drenched with the hot, fragrant torrents of her lust that without the skimpy underwear fabric to absorb the juices, they would be coursing down her thigh...
He insisted on it, in fact. That way, he would be near Tony's room if there were any problems and he wouldn't have to sleep on the floor, something he had been doing since the beginning of his existence. So the couch was a nice change of pace. Even with the comfortable setup, Bruce didn't fall as...